Chapter 7 – The Theme Park Ride of Doom
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Taking Kael to a theme park was my second dumbest idea of the week.
The first, of course, had been summoning him in the first place.
From the moment we stepped inside, Kael looked like a kid who’d just been dropped into a kingdom made entirely of shiny, noisy temptations.
“What is this place?” he asked, eyes scanning the flashing lights, the smell of popcorn in the air, the distant rumble of roller coasters.
“Theme park,” I said. “It’s for fun.”
“Fun,” he repeated like he was testing the word on his tongue. “Mortals have entire castles dedicated to… fun?”
“Yes.”
He nodded slowly. “I approve of this culture.”
Sarah and Zayn joined us, which instantly doubled the chaos.
Zayn was every bit as curious as Kael, though with a lazier, more dangerous grin. He kept leaning into Sarah and whispering comments that made her blush.
We wandered past spinning teacups, a carousel, and a towering ride that dropped people from a terrifying height. Kael stopped in his tracks.
“That one.” He pointed at the Discovery Tower. “It calls to me.”
“It drops you from the top,” I explained. “Fast.”
“Like falling into a pit of fire?”
“Without the fire.”
He grinned. “Perfect.”
Ten minutes later, Kael and Zayn were strapped in side by side, their feet dangling as the ride slowly rose into the sky.
Sarah and I were in the seats across from them.
“This is gonna be good,” she whispered.
The ride stopped at the very top. There was a moment of silence.
Then—
WHOOSH.
We plummeted.
Both Kael and Zayn screamed like banshees. Not dignified warrior cries. Full-on, gut-wrenching, eardrum-shattering shrieks.
Sarah and I laughed so hard we almost cried.
“Girl,” she wheezed, clutching her stomach, “honestly? They’re so much better than regular human boyfriends.”
I grinned. “Yeah… they really are.”
Her face softened. “I like Zayn a lot. And his horns already disappeared. He’s basically human now.”
After surviving a few more rides (and a few more screams from the demon brothers), we decided to introduce them to cotton candy.
Kael stared at the pastel pink fluff like it was a cloud we’d stolen from the sky. “What is this sorcery?”
“Sugar,” I said. “Just… spun sugar.”
He tore off a piece, put it in his mouth, and froze. “It vanishes. It vanishes on my tongue!”
Zayn tried it next, nodding in approval. “This is acceptable mortal magic.”
Sarah and I exchanged a look that said we’ve created monsters.
For dinner, we hit a ramen shop nearby. The moment steaming bowls were placed in front of them, both Kael and Zayn leaned over like they were inspecting a sacred relic.
“Humans,” Kael began seriously, “how do you manage to make this?”
Sarah smirked. “Lots of practice.”
Kael twirled noodles onto his chopsticks, took one bite, and practically melted in his seat. “Sweet hells, this is divine.”
Zayn slurped noisily. “Agreed. I might never go back to demon food again.”
By the end of the night, Kael was walking beside me with the relaxed, satisfied expression of someone who’d just found three new favorite things: roller coasters, cotton candy, and ramen.
“Darling,” he said as we headed home, “next time, we conquer all the rides. And bring extra of that pink cloud sugar.”
I laughed. “Deal.”
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